Goooooooooooood morning America *Robin Williams voice*
Today’s post is pretty awesome if I do say so myself (and I just did) Thanks to Jo at https://pananaw.home.blog/ for the guest post. This post is complete truth, imo and Jo said it better than I ever could. So. Dive right in, and let me know what you think in the comments.
Before you kill me and cry “heresy”, I’d just like to say that without questioning authority, the United States would never have existed. Chew on that for Red and White and Blue day.
Hi, and welcome to Deep Intellectual Thoughts That Never Got Anyone Anywhere, in which I write an open invitation to y’know, question your authority.
I get in trouble for asking questions. A lot. I mean, I get some of them. “Why do you have to be so annoying” isn’t exactly a question worth answering, and neither is “can you please shut up?” (I’ve repented don’t worry) So yeah, I get that there are stupid questions like that.
But funnily enough, that’s not the kind that gets me in trouble.
When I was like 5 I remember being scared to death that I would go to hell because I decided to ask “why did Jesus have to die? Couldn’t God have done something else?” And just between you and me, there’s a good reason my Sunday school teacher quit after I asked her if Adolf Hitler was made in the image of God like everyone else or if it was only every other person this side of the border. These questions have landed me in a ton of trouble, the ones about faith and culture and how the world works.
But here’s the crazy thing.
NONE OF THOSE QUESTIONS ARE WRONG TO ASK.
It’s a mind trip for me at least, because I’ve grown up with the idea that if you’re questioning the rules, you want to break them. It’s only just occurred to me that if the rules are truly good, then you can question them without anyone being scared of them breaking. Ya brain swirling yet?
We hear the stories of the kids who drop out of church and leave the faith and run off and go down fast and have it beaten into our brains that that cannot be us, because Christianity needs to be in the next generation and we just gotta. But why? Why? Why is it important to pass faith down to the next generation? Why should we even have faith to begin with?
I guarantee you that at least 1 out of 10 people will squirm and say they don’t know.
I can also guarantee that you’ll be met with some kind of feeling that you shouldn’t have asked it. It’s something that we take for granted without questioning– everything circles back to the whole nature of questions. Why do we believe in so and so? Why is our culture the way it is? Where did we get these ideas?
It’s the stuff of literal novels, my friends. The Hunger Games, The Giver, Hamilton (which is a musical not a novel but it’s literally a group of people asking why should England keep doing that tiny island across the sea control the price of tea gig. Which literally started the Revolution. Which literally started America. Note: Asking about insane prices ends up in a new country.), the fairytale about the Emperor and his Fleek Invisible Clothes in which everyone decided to roll with except one smart kid who pointed out that the Emperor was in his birthday suit. Is any of this making sense? The ones who shape culture are saying, over and over and if they said it once they said it 3000 times, “ASK QUESTIONS.”
So in case I haven’t said it yet, it *clap* is *clap* is *clap* not *clap* a *clap* sin *clap* to *clap* question *clap* authority *CLAP CLAP CLAP*.
The Bereans? Questioned everything Paul said and compared it to the Scriptures to see if it checked out. How scientists work? Uhhhh they questioned every single little thing they saw. How toddlers spend their time? Doing science. Questionsssss. 😀
Don’t stop at your questions though. Seek the answers. I’ve talked to a bunch of people (and I’ll admit I was one of them) who went like “Okay.. you guys say this but I think it’s sketchy so I’ll just stick to my opinion even though I don’t know much about it.” Uh. No. Find the answers. FIND THEM. Don’t just ask and never look for an answer. Like, you can’t disprove the fact God exists by asking if He does. Y’know? God can handle these questions– and more importantly, He wrote an entire Book for them– and threw in solid evidence that we can trust that Book– giving us an invitation to learn more about Him, to know Him more, and to know the rest of the world better. We’re all gifted with an undying curiosity, and that can lead to some amazing things.
In the end, no matter how much you dig for answers, no matter how much you ask, you’ll have to trust, regardless, that a thing is so. We know gravity is there, even if we can’t see it. Some things you have to take on faith. Like God. But I think the beautiful thing is that there will be enough evidence to trust. Maybe not enough to fully claim it as fact, but enough to make you believe.
This is a mindtrip, I know. I didn’t mean it to be. I didn’t mean for the rabbit trails and loopholes, honestly. I just.. Kinda wanted to talk about questioning authority, on the eve of America celebrating what makes it America,’cause.. Maybe we need to and we don’t even realize it. And if, in our asking, we discover something isn’t as it should be? That the truth has been masked and a placebo truth took its place?
I don’t have the answer for that.
But I can only hope that if enough people start asking, the need for an answer will have more weight than it started with.
Look for the answers.
They’re out there, somewhere, waiting to be found.